The Wind

Lying in bed in the room I grew up in I am thrown awake by the sound of the wind in the trees and the swirling thoughts in my brain;

What work didn’t I finish this week – how can I get it done from here;
Is the dog okay back home, does he miss me? Is he eating;
Is everyone okay at the home? Are they taking care of themselves and each other;
My boys here, the ones back home and the rest scattered across the country;
But most of all I have awoke to the reality of what living at home will be like and what I am really here to do.

None of these thought are bad to think about it, just a lot. And they all swirl through my brain as the wind whips through the trees outside my window.